Sadie gives Gertrude a little scritch behind the ears as her fox continues to turn in slow, considering circles.

"Ohhh…" he says, then sighs. "If I had to pick one, I suppose it would be Augustine."

"Then Augustine it is," Sadie declares, and her fox plants his forepaws on her leg so she can more easily ruffle the soft fur between his ears. "This calls for a drink!" After a beat, she adds, "Which means we need to find the drinks!"